284 of-bitches thrown in." He grinned and looked at Mr. Munn sidewise. "Not even for the purpose of burning tobaccc warehouses, which is a thing to make the heavenly choir tune up. But "—he hesitated, his eyes following the marching men appraisingly—" the next fellow up and does a trick like that, busting in that saloon, and it's gonna be me or him. Next Wednesday when we hit Morganstown, it'll be different, or 111 know why." "Well," Mr. Munn rejoined, "otherwise I guess we've had plenty of luck. So far." "Boy, we had plenty," Doctor MacDonald declared. "Not a word getting out, nothing." Mr. Munn watched the flames. They rose straight upward now. " One piece," he said, " was the wind dying down. We didn't burn up the town." "For a minute there," Doctor MacDonald said, "it looked like we might have to untie the boys down at the fire depart- ment. Just after we'd got 'em all nice and quiet and resigned to their condition." He looked at his watch. The last column was approaching. Then, with a different voice, he com- manded: "Give 'em half an hour, or better. In fifteen minutes my boys will start out; we're going out and hit Jefferson on the edge of town. The same time you start out north on Jefferson, Sills will be going out south." " I don't reckon on any trouble," Mr. Munn said. " No, it looks now like all that home guard stuff was hot air." Doctor MacDonald lifted his reins. " So long," he said, nodded to the two masked men who accompanied him, and touched his mount's flank. He and the two men moved briskly off, southward down Jefferson. Mr. Munn decided that he must be going to give Sills his last directions. The head of the column was well up Jefferson Street now, to the north. The men were singing. They sang, " The old grey mare . . ." and the reports of guns punctuated their voices. Some of the men straggling at the end of the column were firing at the glass of show windows of the stores. "The God-damn fools," Mr. Munn exclaimed.